| rockbound (hoahoahoah!) in swimswamswum and all the livvy- | 1 |
| long night, the delldale dalppling night, the night of bluerybells, | 2 |
| her flittaflute in tricky trochees (O carina! O carina!) wake him. | 3 |
| With her issavan essavans and her patterjackmartins about all | 4 |
| them inns and ouses. Tilling a teel of a tum, telling a toll of a tea- | 5 |
| ry turty Taubling. Grace before Glutton. For what we are, gifs | 6 |
| à gross if we are, about to believe. So pool the begg and pass the | 7 |
| kish for crawsake. Omen. So sigh us. Grampupus is fallen down | 8 |
| but grinny sprids the boord. Whase on the joint of a desh?
Fin- | 9 |
| foefom the Fush. Whase be his baken head? A loaf of Singpan- | 10 |
| try's Kennedy bread. And whase hitched to the hop in his tayle? | 11 |
| A glass of Danu U'Dunnell's foamous olde Dobbelin ayle. But, | 12 |
| lo, as you would quaffoff his fraudstuff and sink teeth through | 13 |
| that pyth of a flowerwhite bodey behold of him as behemoth for | 14 |
| he is noewhemoe. Finiche! Only a fadograph of a yestern scene. | 15 |
| Almost rubicund Salmosalar, ancient fromout the ages of the Ag- | 16 |
| apemonides, he is smolten in our mist, woebecanned and packt | 17 |
| away. So that meal's dead off for summan, schlook, schlice and | 18 |
| goodridhirring. | 19 |
| Yet may we not see still the brontoichthyan form outlined a- | 20 |
| slumbered, even in our own nighttime by the sedge of the trout- | 21 |
| ling stream that Bronto loved and Brunto has a lean on. Hic cubat | 22 |
| edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam. Whatif she be in flags or flitters, | 23 |
| reekierags or sundyechosies, with a mint of mines or beggar a | 24 |
| pinnyweight. Arrah, sure, we all love little Anny Ruiny, or, we | 25 |
| mean to say, lovelittle Anna Rayiny, when unda her brella, mid | 26 |
| piddle med puddle, she ninnygoes nannygoes nancing by. Yoh! | 27 |
| Brontolone slaaps, yoh snoores. Upon Benn Heather, in Seeple | 28 |
| Isout too. The cranic head on him, caster of his reasons, peer yu- | 29 |
| thner in yondmist. Whooth? His clay feet, swarded in verdigrass, | 30 |
| stick up starck where he last fellonem, by the mund of the maga- | 31 |
| zine wall, where our maggy seen all, with her sisterin shawl. | 32 |
| While over against this belles' alliance beyind Ill Sixty, ollol- | 33 |
| lowed ill! bagsides of the fort, bom, tarabom, tarabom, lurk the | 34 |
| ombushes, the site of the lyffing-in-wait of the upjock and hock- | 35 |
| ums. Hence when the clouds roll by, jamey, a proudseye view is | 36 |